Fetishes: latex, ass sniffing, ass licking, big ass, cum on ass, groping, goosing, rubber, mild cock crush
Tags: Felicia Hardy, Felicia, Spiderman, Peter Parker, Black Cat, parody, breaking the fourth wall
Peter walked inside the house and looked around. Felicia wasn't in her living room at all, which surprised him. He was expecting a quick show of her large ass and some making out in the living room before they moved on to the bedroom.
'Come over here, lover,' said a soft, seductive voice from somewhere inside the rooms. Peter jerked his head upwards and looked around for the source. He noticed a leather finger beckoning him from right outside the living room. He jogged over there, but there was no sign of Felicia.
'Right over here, big boy,' said Felicia in a sultry voice from the bedroom. Peter walked further and looked in the next hallway. Felicia's voice came from behind him, 'Not there, big boy, I think you're going the wrong way.'
Peter turned around and looked behind him. It didn't appear very impressive, as it was dark and reminded him of some of the places he had to go and fight villains like Venom or Sandman. He noticed a trail of clothes left on the floor though through his spider-senses. Following the trail, he started to walk over them slowly. He picked up a pair of tiny thong panties on the ground, wondering if they were actually Black Cat's or if she simply left them there as a present from a friend. They might even be a trick or a trap ... but surely Felicia was not that devious, right? Right?
He recalled the last time he trusted Mary Jane though. It was a nightmare. She had been with a huge muscular bodyguard in a room and clearly enjoying the way he was about to kiss her neck and shoulders. Before he moved down to her breasts, he had walked in and cleared his throat. The bodyguard almost fell off her and Mary Jane pushed him off to complete the job. She jumped off the couch and ran to him, babbling something about how he'd forced her down and tried to pull off her bra. Her bra was already off as she hugged him and pretended to tremble at this big bad man she was about to cheat on him with.
The man walked forwards and gave Peter the finger before grabbing Mary Jane and pulling her off him. He whipped out his sidearm and aimed it at Peter, pulling the trigger. The air was filled with the sounds of a machine gun's bullets and Mary Jane's screaming, but Peter was already gone. The man stepped back, hesitated, and whipped around, pointing the gun backwards. He put his finger on the trigger, but saw no one there. Gritting his teeth, he turned back around and only saw Mary Jane covering her breasts and looking around fearfully as well. He pointed the gun at her and barked, 'Come out with your hands up, or she dies!'
There was no answer. He fired a couple of warning shots in the air and Mary Jane screamed again, but still no Peter. He sighed and aimed the gun at the centre of her forehead.
'Sorry, but I guess your little boyfriend left you here to die,' he said. Mary Jane made an unintelligible sound, but didn't actually get anything out. 'I'd hate to be found out and discharged from duty for this, so one of you will have to go.'
Mary Jane closed her eyes as the guard pulled the trigger. A hailstorm of bullets filled the room aimed at her. She fell back on the ground, feeling something sticky cover her. Her own blood. She would die here alone with no one to fall back on or defend her. A tear slid down her cheek as she tried to cover her face with her hands. She didn't want to go out like this, whether it was with Peter or a family member. She held her hands over her face and called out Peter's name one last time.
She noticed that the sticky feeling didn't seem to be flowing down her body though. She opened her eyes and noticed that there was a white substance all over her. She tried to break free, but it stuck her arms and legs together tightly.
Spiderman had covered her in his web to protect her from the bullets. She could see the bullets stuck all over it. She sighed in relief, wondering if she was safe. Peter was nowhere to be seen, but she noticed the web was covering her entire body. She should be quite safe from harm.
Or that was what she thought before the barrel of the gun pressed against her temple. Spiderman hadn't covered her face, of course, which was a wise thing to do because she wouldn't be able to see much and it would be hard for anyone else but him to get it off. She closed her eyes in terror as he flicked the safety back.
'So long, honey,' he whispered. 'I was looking forward to showing you a good time, but I don't think it will work out now. Sweet dreams.'
There was a gunshot. Mary Jane flinched as the sound echoed in her eardrums.
She opened her eyes, but she saw that the man had his arm up and it was tangled in something. She looked up slowly. His arm was trapped in another web and Peter was dangling from the ceiling with both feet perched on a web.
'Sorry, fella,' he said calmly. 'Better luck next time with killing us.'
The man snarled and put his hand into his belt to pull out a second gun, but Mary Jane kneed him in his soft spot. He groaned and stayed still, barely able to hold his own with the pain.
Peter swung his arm around using the web, and then threw him towards the window. He staggered backwards, trying desperately to free his arm from the web. Peter hopped down from the web and gave him a spinning kick to the chest. He fell backwards towards the window and went right through it, shattering the glass.
Mary Jane pulled herself up somehow with the strands of webbing still clinging to her and holding her arms down. Somehow, Peter had know to keep her legs free to run away.
'I'm sorry,' she said, eyes downcast.
'"Sorry" doesn't cut it, MJ,' said Peter coldly, heading for the door. 'This is most likely the only cheating episode I've seen, not the only one you've done. We're through.'
'W-WAIT!' shouted MJ, leaping forwards and grabbing his arm. 'I didn't mean to, he was just around and he was —'
'Taking care to fall over you and seduce you?' came the indifferent reply. Mary Jane looked into his face. There was no pity or mercy there. 'If you could do it this time, you'd do it again. I didn't touch Gwen Stacy in this version of the story, you know, so don't bother telling me what happened in the film.'
'But —' Mary Jane seemed unable to form a coherent thought. 'But I love you!'
'Enough to find side boys,' shrugged Peter. 'I might as well go back into Gwen's arms, baby. I loved you, but not anymore.'
He walked out of the door even as Mary Jane ran after him, pleading and begging with him to come back. That had been half a year ago. Now as he walked towards Black Cat's room, he hoped she wasn't tricking him into a heist or something. Of course she could be banging whoever she wanted since they weren't together, but he wouldn't be able to stand it if he was betrayed again.
He had taken MJ back on the condition that they would have mutual agreements on whom they met and who they could stay over at, and so far it seemed to be working. He realised that she had become more controlling and bitchy with that rule in place though, and it frustrated him. He had never felt so restrained and controlled before that incident. It should've honestly been him micromanaging everything she did after her betrayal, but of course she had to use the excuse that she was afraid of him repeating the performance with one of her rivals. He wondered if he should say that she was completely forgiven after he repeated it with a long, hard bath with one of her rivals, including Black Cat or Poison Ivy, but decided against it. Much as he would've happily bedded Ivy or Catwoman in the baths, he didn't want to leave a relationship he was comfortable with. It might be better for him if he did leave, however.
He found himself longing to go for another woman, though. One who actually made him feel like a superhero or at a minimum alive again. Black Cat was doing the job well enough for now.
'Come over here, honey,' whispered Black Cat's seductive voice again. 'My leather is dirty and needs cleaning now. Get over here and make my leather shine again, baby.'